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Autoimmunity? I think not.

Posted on 09/01/2025 by thenaughtybun

I know this point of view is going to raise some hackles, but I really do not believe in autoimmunity. I do not believe the body suddenly decides to attack itself. I am quite sure that it looks like it does, but I think that there are underlying factors that medical research is not looking at – because medical research is primarily paid for by the pharmaceutical industry, and immune-modulating medicines are such a cash cow they’re absolutely unwilling to look at explanations that might kill it. No, better hold on to the autoimmunity story, even though, as far as I’ve been able to discern, they’ve still not proven it. Years ago, when the theory first popped up, I believe the scientist who coined the term threw their arms up in frustration and exclaimed “It’s like the body attacks itself!” and voilá, autoimmunity as a concept was born.

What is it, then? Truly? I don’t know. After all, I’m not a medical researcher, even though I like to say I am – with n=1 (i.e. me). Early trauma plays a part in preparing the ground, as it were. Sensitivity, bullying, diet, illnesses and medications – and disrupting the microbiome. To name a few. It is a rather complex issue, but that is not a reason to choose the simple option of declaring it an autoimmune disease and medicating the whazoo out of the poor sod who’s struggling. I believe this to hold for all the so called autoimmune diseases, not just MS. We need to know more, and our scientists needs to be encouraged to ask questions and try to find answers – not to solve a specific issue, like MS, but to discover how we’re put together and function. Massive amounts of basic research to build databases filled with knowledge about anything anyone ever wondered about. Then that knowledge can later be collated and used to solve larger questions.

Meanwhile, I’ll plod along and continue with my n=1 research and experiments. And hope that I stumble across something that someone found that helps me, and that I can tell others about.

In health, B

Posted in Health, MS, Uncategorized | Tagged autoimmune, autoimmune-disease, autoimmune-diseases, Autoimmunity, Health, MS, nutrition | Leave a comment

Pacing. Pacing, pacing, pacing.

Posted on 14/11/2024 by thenaughtybun

So important, but easier said than done, isn’t it? I try, but I often miss the mark, though I aim at getting better.

When my daughter got diagnosed with Asperger and ADHD 2.5 years ago, the psychology specialist’s description sounded like my life. Then these last years there’s been increasing awareness regarding how women’s ADHD tend to be very different from men’s. So, while at the MS rehab place I asked the resident neuropsychologist if she thought I might have those letters as well. We didn’t have time for a full diagnostic, but as I had read through several symptoms lists and usually only found one or two that didn’t fit, she dove in and went for the highlights. And yes, I do have it. I don’t have an official diagnosis, but, as I’m unwilling to medicate (I’m the queen of unwanted effects, after all), I don’t really need one. I just wanted to know if this was real, if this was the explanation for why I have a gazillion unfinished projects and am so easily distracted. Yes, it is. And then at the end she gave me this comment: You should know that MS and ADHD are a totally crap combination. Well, duh. This comment ripped off the blinders. The ADHD pushes me towards ways of behaving that are seriously detrimental for a person with MS, I go all in, jump at it with both feet, immerse myself completely – and then I crash and burn.

How I wish I got this message 30 years ago, when I got the MS diagnosis! Yes, I know they didn’t know then what they know now, but if I had got to know then what I’ve realised now regarding pacing and listening carefully to my body’s messages, I think my life would’ve been very different. I don’t think I would’ve worked myself into the ground quite as often. Of course I can’t go back and change things, as much as I would love to find that divine rewind button I don’t think there is one available, but I can work for others to not have to go through the same. It really should be routine when someone get diagnosed with MS. “Let’s see if they’re neurodivergent as well, as that might affect the prognosis.” Wouldn’t that be grand? If you end up saddled with MS (or something else as crappy), it might be nice to know if you have a tendency to overdo things or work yourself harder than you should, because it’s not always easy to realise what you do before you’re lying there and regretting your choices.

So, if you who read this have a shitty diagnosis or something doesn’t seem right, and you struggle to make heads or tails of it all? Maybe a full neuropsychological evaluation could be of some help. I know it can be easier said than done to get one, but I believe the end result of understanding yourself and your struggles is well worth it.

Back to pacing. Looking back, I can see that my ADHD tend to push me in directions my MS does not want to go. Like exercising too much. I get punished quite badly if I do. On the other hand, exercise is important, so I need to pace myself. Do enough to reap the benefits, but not enough for my body to punish me. Or, like I recently did, overworking myself instead of delegating. I was preparing birthday dinner for my youngest brother, and the others were out for a walk, so I just did it all. And were unable to stand up straight at the end. I should have checked where they were and roped in some help, but it’s easier to just do it, right? I cursed that choice when I went to bed that night and struggled to sleep because of the pain. Totally failed at pacing that day, but hopefully I learned something. Eventually, at least. It only took eight days for me to overexert myself again. I had got a new thing – an FES orthosis, that works by stimulating the muscles in my poor drop foot so that I can walk and not stumble. I had planned to keep the others (hubby and visiting distant relatives) company only for a short time, but the discussions were so interesting I ended up going all the way. Bad choice. Totally knocked out a few days afterwards. But, truth be told, I did enjoy it. It just took a long time before the next walk happened – and then only to the end of the street and back. So there’s hope I’ll be able to change, in a way that supports me, but it’s not easy.

In health, B

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30 years

Posted on 01/11/2024 by thenaughtybun

30 years without dad, 30 years with an MS diagnosis, 30 years since I was told something was seriously wrong with my pregnancy (the fetus died, it ended up being a “missed abortion”). 30 years since the worst three days of my life, I never want to repeat something like that, ever again. Saturday 29^th1994 I met up with the other young women from work at the flat of one of our colleagues, for a nice girls’ night. Just as I was beginning to eat, I was flooded with a feeling of dread and all I could think was “Dad! No, not dad!” and I ran to the loo, throwing up what little I had eaten. I didn’t manage to eat much and must have been rather miserable company. The next morning, I got a phone call telling me that my dad had been killed in a car accident the night before, during a rain storm (he lived in Lanzarote at the time, while I was in Norway). As I sat there, with the phone in my hand I had my first out of body experience. Floating up towards the ceiling I was looking at the young woman that was me, totally ashen and lost, and I heard a tiny voice saying “I’m sorry, but I was going to have him as my grandpa.” The next day I had a scheduled check-up at my GP who told me that the heartbeat, which should’ve been strong, was fading. “Oh, and by the way, I’ve got the results of the tests you took earlier – you…” (and here she paused) ”…can develop MS.” Of course, that was a white lie, but I guess she felt I had enough going on in that moment. I got an appointment with the neurologist later, and when I asked him what on earth he meant by saying that I could develop MS, he was honestly surprised. “But I said no such thing, there is no doubt, you do have MS.”

To say that this was a major shock to the system is no exaggeration. I took me a couple years to find some kind of equilibrium, but I got there. It did remind me that there’s more between heaven and earth than our standard western world view easily accepts. Because I got violently ill when dad died, and I clearly heard my child say s/he was sorry, but they wanted him as granddad, so they left with him. And so, I continue my search. I’ve met my share of utter weirdos, but I met way more absolutely wonderful, connected people. However, whenever I want the easy way out and want a teacher to tell me what to do, I’m repeatedly told that that’s not my path. I need to search, not be someone’s student. I need to go deep on my own. Yes, I can be guided and get help, but I need to do the work.

And in that vein, I’ve bought Ida Jackson’s book Tarot, and as I listened to a webinar with her yesterday, I pulled a card for the day and a supporting card. The first was Five of Cups, which she describes as essentially being about sorrow. How fitting, for this dratted 30^th anniversary! With the supporting card being Page of Pentacles. Which in short is about going deep. Two things intimately connected to this day for me. So I guess I’ll just continue on this path, who knows where I might end up?

Posted in Grief, Health, life, MS, nature, Spirituality, Tarot, Uncategorized | Tagged divination, Grief, Health, intuition, life, MS, Spirituality, Tarot, tarot-cards, tarot-reading | Leave a comment

I made a thing!

Posted on 29/10/2024 by thenaughtybun

Actually, I made a cute little baby blanket for my grand-niece to be.

Due date January 1^st, but we all hope she’s a late comer so that she’ll be a mid-January baby instead. Nice to get a breather between Christmas (or jul, as we say) and birthday. Anyway, her grandparents were visiting and I decided I had better get to it. Out came the box with all the leftover squares from previous projects – I tend to cut a gazillion and then let my creativity decide what I am to make, so I always end up with leftovers – and found I had just enough of these pastel-y half square triangle squares to make a blanket. If I added some borders. Everything apart from the wide finishing border, and the starry flannel, was something from that box, so not only do I feel incredibly accomplished in using stuff that was waiting to be used, it was also rather quick. I did it all in one day. I think the step that took the most time was hand sewing to edging to the back. Also, very happy to finally find a place for that block with those appliquéd hearts.

Posted in craft, creativity, design, sewing, Uncategorized | Tagged Baby blanket, creativity, Family, Scraps, sewing, Use what you have | Leave a comment

Time flies!

Posted on 25/10/2024 by thenaughtybun

It’s been five years, and so much has happened. One, the psychologist I went to (and eventually stopped going to as I ended up frustrated beyond belief) actually gave me a nugget of wisdom. What triggered me, and made all the thoughts about my deceased baby brother surface was the fact that my other baby brother had a nasty accident and cracked his skull. So I came pretty close to losing him as well. Thankfully he did’t snuff it, but actually healed well and is doing fine.

Then, in January 2020, I had a round of rituximab, an off-label intravenous treatment for MS, which my neurologist thought would be of great benefit. Except it wasn’t. A good half of the patients get a boon from the treatment, most of the rest don’t notice any change, and a few percent react badly. Guess which group I’m part of? I mean, if I’m to be part of a low-percentage, exclusive group – could that be the lotto winners or something? Thank you very much. I now have dropfoot and can’t drive a normal car any more, I have urine retention and need to self cathetherise to avoid the most ridiculously painful UTIs I’ve ever had the misfortune to experience, and I ended up with a foggy brain of epic proportions. Was there even a “me” in there anymore? I struggled to tell.

Fast forward a few years, and a lovely cousin of mine has studied bio-dynamic cranio-sacral therapy, and decided I’m to be her test subject. Who can deny such an offer? I was progressing slower than either of us would’ve liked, but at least I eked forward. I upped my prayers for guidance, and please let it come in a way that I understand and am able to utilise (because, what good is divine guidance if I don’t realise it comes my way?), and then friends of mine got a new aquaintance – a guy with MS who had fasted his way out of his MS symptoms. Then I remembered mum had gifted me Jason Fung’s brilliant book on fasting, and thought maybe it was time to read it. I just didn’t have the brain capacity to do so, but the chapter on extended fasting I could do. At least enough to go for it. So in August I did, and after a few gruelling days (I was in severe pain day three to five, but thankfully paracetamol took the edge off it) my head cleared. After a week I suddenly felt like myself and had more energy than I’d had in ages. I read the whole fasting book in two days, and had a lot more stamina and strength. Wow! Colour me impressed, this was way more than I imagined I’d get. The annoying trigeminus neuralgia went away, as well as the tongue cramps and the claw around my throat.

A few weeks after this I had four weeks at the MS rehab centre, and what did I do? I charged ahead, inspired by my newfound energy levels, and crashed spectacularly. I should have known this, I reminded myself, as I lay there in the dark with an incredible migraine. Full moon before seasonal changes – equinox and solstice – are times when I’m especially vulnerable to stress and overdoing things. So what did I do? I over exerted myself a few days before full moon before equinox. The result was three days of thundering headache starting at full moon, and then on equinox I woke up with the neuralgias going a it with full power. So I just started fasting again. A week later the neuralgias were gone again. Fasting really is a miracle medicine.

After I got back home, way more worn out than I imagined I would be, I’ve had another few days of fasting. I didn’t manage a whole week, but I got two days twice over, and look at me now! I’m actually back here, writing about finding my way through life with this diagnosis. In no small part because of a gentle nudge from one of my fellow “inmates,” but the point is I’m actually here, doing this. Yesterday I even made a small baby quilt. I haven’t done anything like that in ages, because I’ve been so totally unable to connect to my creative self. Did I mention I think fasting is a miracle medicine?

Posted in Fasting, Health, MS, Uncategorized | Tagged autumn-equinox, creativity, equinox, Fasting, Health, intuition, life, MS, nature | 4 Comments

The weight we (I) carry

Posted on 21/02/2021 by thenaughtybun

I’ve started therapy. Finally, some (including me) might say. It’s not that I’ve never tried it, nor that I felt I didn’t need it, more that I felt it was so hard to find someone that was also covered through our social security system. And I’ve managed well enough. As well as you do with chronic disease and fatigue, that is.

I’m generally a positive person, I don’t see a need to focus on all the crappy things in life. I only have so much energy, and I don’t want to squander it on depressing thoughts. I’ve preferred lifting myself to staring into the abbyss.

Half a year ago I started to take ReMag, a new to me kind of magnesium supplement. Promising efficacy and noticeable results. Like they all do; I don’t know how many different magnesium compounds I’ve tried over the years, without being able to notice any change. Imagine my surprise when it took just two days for the brain fog to lift, and another two weeks for a noticeable improvement in gait. My drop foot was suddenly less of a problem. Amazing. Then imagine my despair when I, a month after 10 days rehab and a personalised exercise plan, woke up with a severe drop foot and complete lack of energy. Damn it. I thought I could handle exercise with the ReMag, obviously I was wrong.

Fast forward three months and I am beginning to function again, but thoughts of my baby brother Martin, who died a mere 9 months old when I was just 21 months old myself, has started to push their way forward. I thought I had worked through all this years ago, but not so, obviously. I am wondering if this has something to do with my improved magnesium levels, since magnesium supplements can help depression, maybe this essential mineral also supports other parts of the psyche? This is just speculation on my part, but is it possible?

Anyway, I’m now two consultations into what I think might end up as a rather substantial course of treatment, and it was suggested to me that I took som time to look at the heavier side of things. The fear (Martin just disappeared, maybe I could too?), the anger, the grief. Not only linked to Martin, but to life/life with MS in general. Because there is a lot of anger there, I can feel that. I need to let it out, to not leave it festering where I’m unaware of it, producing it’s poisonous “molecules of emotion” (thank you, Candace Pert for your research into this and this brilliant term. Emotions are chemistry).

So today I got out my dear old iPad, the Paper app and my Pencil, and did my first drawing in a very long time. This is what it feels like, it’s a huge big sack filled with grief, sadness, fear and anger. Or maybe this is just one of those. It’s a burden that’s a struggle to carry, but I’ve become so used to it I didn’t notice how it was weighing me down. I’m ready to put it down and pour out its contents. I need to digest these emotions to be free.

Wish me luck.

Posted in creativity, Health, MS, Uncategorized | Tagged creativity, Drawing, Healing, Health, MS, Psychology, sketches | 2 Comments

I can has snood-shawl-thing

Posted on 10/09/2019 by thenaughtybun

So I knitted this thing. Last year. It was a long bias rectangle (reduce one at the beginning, add one at the end every other row), with a very simple pattern (knit four, then have a double loop on the fifth, repeat on odd rows. Knit four, lift off the double loop behind the knitting strand, repeat on even rows. Did that make sense?).

I thought I might have it as a long scarf with a big tassel each end, and then I thought I’d just unpick the cast on and mask the beginning and end together. Hah. It would’ve looked good, but this is a single thread lace weight yarn from Ullcentrum Öland and I never felt like doing it. It’s just too flimsy. Yesterday I decided it was time to just finish, so I knitted an extra row or two and then cast off. I used safety pins to hold the ends together, pinning through the corresponding stripes, and croched them together. Threw it in the washing machine, and today I’ve had in on constantly. I love it.

It’s brilliant, isn’t it? I love, love, love the colours. I love the lightweightness of it, and the complete lack of a loose end to drop in one’s tea or dinner. Here are a couple close-ups of it. The first shows inside and outside, how the row of those double length masks on the outside make a slight groove on the inside.

Here you can see the join from the outside. It is far from perfect, but it is good enough.

Here you can see the join on the inside.

Here you can see me wearing it tripled up (in the basement laundry room), I think this will be nice to wear in the colder months.

And finally, here’s how big it is. It doesn’t really lend itself to be worn like this, but doubled or tripled work really well. And you can see how the bias knitting means the colour changes run diagonally. It also means the whole thins is very stretchy and really comfortable to wear. I clearly need to make more. I have a more standard shawl on my needles at the moment, but the next project will be another snoody thingybob. Circular shawl. Whatever. A bit unsure what I should call this.

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged Berte designed, Berte made, creativity, fun, knitting, lace weight wool, Ullcentrum Öland | Comments Off

Winter coat for the tall and skinny one

Posted on 06/01/2018 by thenaughtybun

My son is brushing up against the 2m mark and there’s not a gram of excess fat to be found (lucky boy, give your mama some of that, eh?) and he hates roomy clothes. So, to get sleeves that are long enough, he needs such a large size that there ends up being room for two of him in the body. This fall it became clear he needed a new fall/mild winter coat. Something for the long period when he would melt in the down jacket. Several suggestions of mine were nixed. I was hoping for a quick, easy job, but he didn’t agree with my suggestions. I didn’t feel like doing a whole lot of alteration to make a pattern fit, so I bought my first lekala pattern, #6066 (there was no coat pattern at Free Sewing then, there is now and I might just have to make it as well). The boy and I had a taping session and then cut it out. I used the lining to make a test garment. Not a thin, silky lining, but a quilted, fairly thin thermo fabric (one of my original suggestions was to make a jacket of that fabric alone, with baby cord. I figured it would fit his school, but he’s most empatically not one of “those”, meaning the snobbish kids at school. He’s one of the cool music studies ones). It fit great. Well, almost, but the alteration needed was minor. This was transferred to the pattern, and then the outer fabric was cut out, a hint larger to fit over the lining – and then the problems started. It was hideous, too much room across his back and on top of the sleeves. Damn. I ended up dragging my feet, and the fact that the boy was only available when not at school and such didn’t help. It was not looking good at all. Absolutely. Not. At. All. Besides my health was not its best, and the whole project just drained me completely. Finally I bit the bullet and fitted it properly, which meant ripping seams and topstitching, even making new seams (those from the armholes to the upper hip on the back are not there in the original pattern). Worth it, as it resulted in a properly fitting coat, and a totally delighted young man (and mum). Woot! Finally – and then the two parts were joined. The result is pretty swish, if I may say so myself, the boy is delighted and loves the coat, and it was a great learning experience for me.

The topstitching is fairly decent, except around the sleeve zippers. Thankfully it’s not glaringly hideous. He, bless him, didn’t care one iota. He loves the fit, which was what was important. He can’t suddenly go ahead and gain a lot of weight, though.

The insides also look great, if I may say so myself. It seems I don’t have any photos, so that will have be the next post – he’s not home at the moment, so neither is the coat.

Posted in craft, creativity, design, sewing, Uncategorized | Tagged challenge, creativity, lekala, MS, sewing, winter coat | 10 Comments

Carving stamps

Posted on 07/09/2017 by thenaughtybun

Several years ago, my cousin bought some rubber blocks for me at Dick Blick. One 3/4″ thick slab of Staedtler mastercarve, and two packages of Dick Blick’s own no-brand. They’ve been in hiding with my craft supplies, my lino knives all gone. This spring I bought a cheapo set of knives to see if I enjoyed carving as much as I thought I would. I did! No big surprise there. So I got some proper knives and have now worked my way through all the crumbly, coarse no-brand rubber blocks. I’m done! Woohoo. Now I just need to figure out how to split the mastercarve block, as it is massive.

I’ve been exploring different ways of making a pattern. Larger squares that are 1/4 of a pattern, like this one:

Unfortunately I was not accurate enough, so the diameter is a bit off on the outer border, but the heart and the first border is ok.

And smaller “self contained” ones, like the ones below. I ended up using the whole last sheet and then some to make 3″ squares.

The coarseness of the rubber meant I was unable to make fine detail, but in a way that almost adds to it. And maybe it’s ok that it’s a bit coarse? I plan to use these on fabric, so maybe it works as they are? I’ll play around with it, anyway. After I’ve tidied my sewing room and finished some ufo’s that lie around.

Then I’ll carve some more…because it really is great fun.

Posted in craft, creativity, design, Uncategorized | Tagged creativity, growing as an artist, printmaking, stamping, stamps | 8 Comments

My experience with FMT and the Taymount Clinic

Posted on 29/08/2017 by thenaughtybun

We arrived in Hitchin one Sunday afternoon, and was picked up at the train station by our lovely AirBnB host.

Monday at 2pm I had my first treatment. First day started with a colonic where not much was released, but then I had had two colonics before leaving home and I’d also taken a huge dose of OxyPowder which had resulted in two serious bowel movements that morning. Colonic irrigation done, it was time for the first implant. Having a katheter stuck up your behind, past the rectum, into the sigmoid, is a rather peculiar experience. Not painful, but not pleasant either. Let’s put it this way: It’s not something I would do for fun. After the implant is in place and the katheter is removed (which is as weird has having it placed), it’s time for a little lower belly massage, to help the bacteria move up the colon, or at least into the lower parts of the decending colon. Then the bed is tilted so that gravity helps the bacterial soup move up the decending colon as I feel like I’m lying upside down. After ten minutes I move on to my right side, so my new friends can move across the transverse colon, and finally I am sitting up, so they can descend the ascending colon. All while this is done I am visualising my body welcoming these new inhabitants, my colon opening up for them to move up and find spots to settle down.

And then, when the implant procedure is finished, it is time to get up and about – and resist those immediate urges to go to the loo. This is the only time my tendency to be constipated has been a good thing. I managed to hold it all in place until late that night.

The colonic cleansing was only the first day (naturally, one would not want to wash away those new friendlies), the implants have followed the same procedure every day.

By Wednesday my companion, E, was beginning to feel emotionally on a roller coaster. She described it as wishing to build a pillow fort and hide inside it. Wednesday night I had the most incredible fart. The gas exploded out and the stink was beyond anything I’ve ever experienced. Clearly the new bacteria were at work, because this was not a smell I’ve ever come up with before. We were quite giggly and delighted there was nobody else aroung just then.

Thursday E was still frail, needing lots of support and closeness and desperately wanting to avoid other people. Friday she felt better, but I had a dull heavy ache in my left hip when we left the clinic, and also a feeling of general pain.

Over the weekend we had a fab pub dinner with friends. Part of our meal was Yorkshire pudding, which is made with wheat flour, and I ate half of mine. And then we had dessert. With no adverse reactions. E was also pms-ing, but for the first time in ages she did not become a shrew. None of the moodiness and bitchiness she usually has. Quite amazing.

First week passed without me feeling any major change, but I decided to test my gluten sensitivity. And it seems I passed, as I got no pain or swelling from what I ate over the weekend. Amazing! Monday we had a lazy morning, but were still out of the house before 10. Did some shopping, then had tea, and went to the clinic – where we were told we had to wait somewhere else. Our appointment wasn’t until 14, and we arrived one hour early. We figured we’d sit and knit and have the time to go to the loo before treatment, but no. We ended up at a “greasy spoon” with a mug of tea, and it was quite the experience. The place was so deep fried it felt like I was inhaling fat while breathing. Greasy spoon indeed. Treatment went well, as usual, we were both explained how to do this when we come home. E had been feeling faint, so we sat for a while before we left. Went shopping for food on our way “home” and she was so tired she looked ready to fall asleep anywhere in the supermarket. Coming back to our place around 17, she was both very tired and extremely hungry. And not cranky at all! A bit mellow, but her mood was fine. She handled being hungry in a way I can’t remember when I last experienced. Normally being this hungry and tired would have turned her into a dragon, she would be spewing fire and biting the head off of anyone who dared so much as look at her. Totally amazing. Just a week of treatment and she has changed this much. Wow.

She’s sleeping like a log, but me? Nope. I woke up 3:20, went to the loo and then lay tossing. So I decided to write a bit. Maybe I’ll be able to sleep now? We went to bed late, and four hours sleep just doesn’t cut it.

On Wednesday I had to do this myself. Eek! Fumbly, and I’m no longer as pliable as I once was, but I managed. Victory! No special reactions for any of us the last days, and on Friday we packed and got ready for the trip home. With ten doses of deep frozen implants packed in a styrofam box.

The clinic was an absolute delight. Warm and friendly staff, nice treatment rooms and great humor. Highly service minded and very helpful. Having my FMT treatment here was a great experience.

It’s now been a month since we returned, and while my stomach is not 100% yet, it is better. I have not suffered the rather mad periods of constipation I’ve become used to. Of course, I’ve also been taking some OxyPowder, but I don’t think that’s the full reason for it. Something feels different, and I am very happy about that. Now that school is back in season and I have the some hours of me to myself during the day I feel like I have more of this much coveted get-it-done-ability. I haven’t done much, because I’ve been totally worn out (just had a week in hospital with my son, he hurt his spleen in a biking accident. Thankfully only a grade 2 damage, and he’s healing well. Back at school already), so I’ve had two days of rest which has been much needed. Still managed to cook dinners and deal with both our first batch of kombucha and finding a better place for it to stand in peace while fermenting, as well as filtering the water kefir and running a ginger brew experiment (with the water kefir). I have even managed to update this blog! I had plans for doing it while undergoing treatment, but I did not have the energy to do so. But, since today is my 7 year anniversary at WP I figured it was time to get it up there.